by Dan Roberts
A miracle came my way when I awoke today.
I saw my room in color, not just shades of gray.
My family in the photos smiled unblemished from the wall;
The lamp that once was crooked now stood straight and tall;
The titles on my dusty books glowed clearly from the shelf;
And, in the mirror beside my bed, I could see myself.
I reveled in that moment between wakefulness and sleep,
But knew it was a fleeting gift I’m not allowed to keep.
So with some regret, I thanked the Sender of the prize,
And let it go where all dreams go, as I opened up my eyes.